Sunset Ocean Beach
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...

This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...
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Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...